Ju Li tilted her head with a quirky expression, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Just as the human and the ghost were preparing to board the boat and leave for the next location to continue their capture, Lu Wenwu suddenly frowned and, without any warning, turned around and threw a punch.
In the next instant, his entire body came to an abrupt halt.
The violent airflow flattened the few plants on this small mountaintop, as if the whole mountain had been shaved down a layer.
The iron fist that could crush the head of the Hell Three-headed Dog stopped right at the nose of an Old Ghost who was already scared out of his wits.
The lower half of the Old Ghost was still stuck in the ground, while his upper body became so transparent it was almost flickering.
Now it was wildly flickering between shades of green and white, looking from a distance like a broken neon light.
Lu Wenwu used his Eye of Insight to scan and sensed it with his own spiritual power.
